William Nicholson Quotes
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It's as if all identity has been stolen from them, except their identity as slaves.
Kevin Bales
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A dog gladly admits the superiority of his master over himself, accepts his judgment as final, but, contrary to what dog-lovers believe, he does not consider himself as a slave. His submission is voluntary, and he expects his own small rights to be respected.
Axel Munthe
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Once a man has tasted freedom he will never be content to be a slave.
Walt Disney
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(Soft petals, yes, but not so barren quite, Mingled with these, smooth bean and wrinkled pea;) And go along with you ere you lose sight Of what you came for and become like me, Slave to a springtime passion for the earth. How love burns through the Putting in the Seed On through the watching for that early birth When, just as the soil tarnishes with weed, The sturdy seedling with arched body comes Shouldering its way and shedding the earth crumbs.
Robert Frost
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Life is not a finished product, it is only what we make of it, and if we make nothing of it, someone else will, and we will be his slave.
Yehudi Menuhin
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It's easier for the former masters to put aside the masks that hid their humanity than for the former slaves to recognise the faces underneath. Or to trust that this is not a new mask these are wearing.
Nadine Gordimer
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In giving freedom to the slave, we assure freedom to the free - honorable alike in what we give and what we preserve. We shall nobly save, or meanly lose, the last best hope of earth.
Abraham Lincoln
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I love the sound of Elmore James, the sound early guitarists like him got just by using minimal means.
M. Ward
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I'm bound to say that New York's a topping place to be exiled in. Everybody was awfully good to me, and there seemed to be plenty of things going on, and I'm a wealthy bird, so everything was fine.
P. G. Wodehouse
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You don't have to live anybody else's story.
Stephen Curry
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A good thing this was, and that we should be so care-free and irresponsible, enjoying every minute of every day; for it was the Easter of 1914, the last Easter of the old, easy world, and our last, as well as our first, Easter as children together in the little house I had built for happiness.
Elizabeth von Arnim
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We are the slaves of slaves
William Nicholson
